I still keep in touch with many of the women in that playgroup from so long ago. We shared something that I will forever hold with me. That first time mom thing. When life became a blur of love and care taking and nightly feedings and fatigue. When a baby sleeping in my arms made me feel like a superhero.
Neither my husband, nor I, was raised in co-sleeping homes and it just didn't seem to fit our lifestyle. I was never against it; I just knew it wasn't for us. My daughter slept in our room in a bassinet for the first few weeks, but after that, sleeping was reserved for our separate rooms. And it worked. Until it didn't.
When I look at me, I see a woman; a woman whose present version is inclusive of the woman she use to be. The woman who had a career that didn't involve baby wipes, who once enjoyed wearing heels and ridiculous amounts of eye makeup, who spent an hour straightening her hair, and who thought the best accessory was the perfect handbag.